Confusing
In my circumlocution
I still sit in my chair
Searching for a solution
With hands in my hair
It is this insomnia
That disturbs me while thinking
And I feel it as inurbane
that my eye can’t stop winking
I have bitten off all of my nails
And I cannot stand the way I mumble
All these busy thoughts
After all, it made me stumble
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